I have short hair and under my strong brows, two honest Indian-bead eyes. My face is subtle, fretful, and quick. But my flesh is weak and my spirit uncertain and by now the legend written across my smile must evidently be “Tread on me.” The awful part of it is, I noticed even before he asked me how to get to thirty-fourth street that he was definitely not a type you go out with. 

Seamus lived in Wheaton, Maryland, in the last house on a quiet street that dead-ended at a county park. He’d bought the entire property, including a rental unit out back, at a decent price. This was after the housing market crashed but before people knew how bad it would get—back when he was still a practicing Christian Scientist, still had a job and a girlfriend he’d assumed he would marry. 

Markle followed Ernie down the ladder to the liberty launch and they elbowed through their crowded shipmates to the starboard combing. 

Many of us demand a living wage. Others demand health insurance. At least one of us demands some dress-code wiggle room.